Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.
See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.
Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.
How many ills spring from adultery? First the supreme law that is violated, Nobility oft stain'd with bastardy, Inheritance of land falsely possessed, The husband scorn'd, wife sham'd, and babes unbless'd.